At breakfast, it was a repeat of the previous day. Miss Lottie brought me an enormous plate of food and a single bowl of fresh fruit for Emma. Jill ha... already eaten and was waiting for us to talk about our plans for the day."I went to Marcie's house last night and asked her dad if it would be alright for you to run on the track in the mornings. He said it would be okay as long as I was with you." Wow! That is pretty cool, and very nice of him to do that."Well, he knows me and Marcie and I are. Carson got on the phone and explained the events in full which calmed him down a bit but he was still pretty livid. He said something along the lines of his kids were fucking freaks. I must tell you being pretty much disowned by your parents isn't a good feeling.Eventually dad got back and he was almost as angry as the night I was kicked out; however when he saw Carson and I snuggled up on the couch with our arms around each other he crumbled. All sitting together we discussed our relationship. .t…three points?” Gerry was taken aback. “Yes, three points.” Gerry buried his face in his hands wondering what the fuck he was going to do without a driver’s license. How would he get to work? The store? The appointment he was late for??? “Pretty fucked, aren’t you?” the cop now seemed amused. “Uh, yeah, pretty fucked,” Gerry lamented. “Not yet,” the hulking man answered with a very slight grin. “Step around to the passenger side and get against the car.” Gerry. That's impossible. Women's clothes can run quiteexpensive. You only had a half scholarship and the loans aren't thatgenerous...how can you afford any of this?" Sarah asked, confused."When I got here...the Administration told me I qualified for some sortof Lady Bird Stanford scholarship or something, some suffragette or such.So, they gave me a full scholarship, and the extra loan money has justbeen added to my account. But my roommates here seem shopaholics to saythe least, and they took me.